A top-tier gigolo, teased by a cool and aloof general, turns warm.

After the female had fallen into a deep sleep.

Raphael went into the bathroom and carefully washed the blood off his hands.

Hearing the door close, he was about to turn around to check when a large hand firmly covered his mouth.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll kill you."

His voice was deep and cold, filled with a murderous aura.

Raphael froze, feeling the cold, sharp weapon pressed against his neck.

She swallowed hard, staring intently at the male insect that was holding her captive in the mirror.

He was half a head taller than me, with black hair and black eyes, and bloodstains on his face, but it did not affect his outstanding appearance in the slightest.

His face was resolute, his nose was high and straight, and the red mole at the corner of his eye added to his charm, so dazzling that insects could not look directly at him.

"Are you injured? I'm a doctor, I can bandage your wound."

Give me blood.

The male insect pinned him against the wall and gave a cold command.

"This isn't a hospital, I can't change my blood bag."

Raphael struggled, secretly channeling his mental energy to strike the male insect's heart.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his spiritual tendrils reached out, the male insect grabbed them and rubbed them repeatedly.

"Green spiritual energy, no wonder you have a healing talent."

The male insect's sharp eyes are like a drawn blade, dangerous and fierce.

"Let me go."

Raphael trembled all over, hastily withdrawing his mental energy, still shaken.

"If I catch it, it's mine."

The male insect then bit his neck and sucked his sweet blood.

My body temperature gradually rose, and I felt an urge to vent.

"Ugh... you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Raphael exclaimed in surprise.

He had no doubt that if he allowed the male insect to suck his blood, he would die on the spot.

The footsteps outside grew clearer.

To save his life, he endured the shame and shouted loudly.

"Help me..."

The rest of the insect was forcefully swallowed by the male.

Their breaths mingled, and the smell of blood filled their entire mouths.

Raphael tried to resist, but found his body bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

The clumsy and awkward movements successfully pleased the male insect.

He lifted his eyelids to glance at the little thing, then awkwardly looked away.

She's quite good-looking.

"continue!"

Seeing that the little creature in his arms was distracted, the male insect pinched his waist hard.

I never expected this man to be more flexible than a woman.

If I had to choose a partner, it would be him.

The footsteps outside stopped in front of the bathroom door.

The male insect remained unfazed, and instead began to ravage the man's lips with even greater intensity, as if it wanted to devour him whole.

Raphael couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Hehe, the doctor's voice sounds so nice. If I were a male, I definitely couldn't stand it."

"Lunch is on the table, you don't need to rush out."

Laughter rang out at the doorway.

Raphael opened his mouth as if to call for help.

The male insect took the opportunity to slip its tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

Only when the footsteps in the room faded away did the male insect release its hold on him.

Snapped……

Raphael slapped him and glared at the male insect.

"You're filthy and shameless! I'll skin you alive!"

"How am I being vulgar and shameless? This was my first kiss, you have to take responsibility for me."

The male insect lowered its eyes, concealing the coldness within them; its pride and self-control crumbled at that moment.

His right hand, holding the dagger, hung limply at his side, while his left hand pressed against his abdomen, blood seeping out between his fingers.

Raphael's face was flushed, and he tried hard to remain calm.

"You...it's clearly you..."

"Okay, then we'll take responsibility for each other."

The male insect tilted its head and puffed out its cheeks. "Wife, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Rosso, I'm twenty-seven years old, I have no parents, no house, no car, and I'm an unemployed bum."

"roll!"

Raphael, unable to contain himself any longer, roared at the insect before him.

The sound echoed in the air, carrying an uncontrollable rage.

Rosso, however, was not angry.

His lips were bloodless, and his body swayed precariously, as if he would collapse at any moment.

"Honey, you promised to bandage my wound, do you still stand by that promise?"

Raphael was stunned, not expecting the male insect to bring this up at this time.

He hesitated for a moment, but his anger quickly overwhelmed his thoughts.

Gritting his teeth, he said fiercely, "It doesn't count. Get out!"

Before he could finish speaking, Rosso suddenly collapsed as if he had lost his footing, falling straight toward the man in front of him.

He was betting that the doctor wouldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

Raphael was startled and instinctively reached out to support Rosso.

His movements were somewhat hesitant; he didn't really want to catch the rotten bug that he hated.

But he understood his duty as a doctor and did not push Rosso away.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his usual indifference.

"Saving you doesn't mean I forgive you."

As he spoke, Raphael helped the male insect out of the bathroom and onto the sofa to lie down.

They began to examine his wound, which was about the size of a fist. It was simply bandaged with strips of cloth, and blood was gushing out.

Indeed, the other party was a desperate scoundrel, a reckless scoundrel.

He brought out the first-aid kit, skillfully cleaned the wound, applied anti-inflammatory gel, and carefully bandaged it with gauze.

"Honey, I knew you wouldn't abandon me."

Rosso pretended to have just woken up, looked at the sulking man, and then lay down in a more comfortable position.

Even when severely injured, her movements were elegant and dignified, as if she were a born aristocrat.

"Go away, just pretend I never saw you."

Raphael was packing his medicine box with his back to him.

I tried very hard to stay calm, but my hands still trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He wants to kick him out?

Realizing he was being rejected, Rosso's face frosted over.

He didn't say anything.

She rose with an invisible sense of pressure and strode towards the door.

"I'm really leaving. Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"

"Get out, I don't want to see you again."

"Your lips are practically raw from kissing, and you still want to deny it? Let me help you remember."

Raphael's face turned pale instantly.

It stared wide-eyed in terror at the male insect approaching it.

"I just bandaged your wound, and you're repaying kindness with enmity?"

Seeing his tense expression, Rosso felt a strange urge to tease him.

I like my wife more and more the more I look at her.

Knowing he was no match for the male insect, Raphael calmly took out a sleeping potion from his medicine box.

Slowly raising her eyes, she met the male insect's dark, inky gaze, as if being stared at by a dangerous beast.

He secretly gripped the syringe in his hand, preparing to give the male insect a shot.

"what!"

Raphael cried out in pain as his wrist was gripped.

The syringe fell to the ground.

"You want to murder your husband?"

Rosso's deep eyes gleamed with a cold light, and his large hand gripping the man's wrist slowly tightened.

"It's just a sleeping drug; at most, it'll keep you asleep for two days and two nights."

Raphael endured it silently, without uttering a sound.

Seeing how patient he was, Rosso's face darkened further.

In the end, she said nothing, released his hand, and walked away.

Raphael rubbed his swollen wrist, tears streaming down his face.

"Shi Yuxiong, where are you? You said you would protect me..."